The hateful crow came every day, and its crow was worse than that of a duck. It made people feel bad just looking at it. The young warlock wanted to catch it and roast it and eat it. Whenever this thought came to him, he secretly beat his head: killing is a taboo.
The crow was parked on the roof. Every day I looked at the frustrated warlock and worried about how she could be so good at reincarnating as an adult and couldn't even catch a monster. Suddenly I regretted letting her be reincarnated as an adult. She should have been a crow!
Mr. Annunciation Crow × Ms. Rookie Warlock.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
